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Updated: June 16, 2025
Little Toomai attended to Kala Nag's supper, and as evening fell, wandered through the camp, unspeakably happy, in search of a tom-tom. When an Indian child's heart is full, he does not run about and make a noise in an irregular fashion. He sits down to a sort of revel all by himself. And Little Toomai had been spoken to by Petersen Sahib!
"They at the Nag's Head didn't know where you were gone, and if I hadn't been a gipsy, and o' good family, I'd never have found you." "You're a good old woman," he said. "I suppose you've some news for me?" "I have," she answered; "come away after me." He followed her into a booth, and they sat down. She began the conversation. "Are you married?" she asked. "Ay; a month since."
In ten seconds more the bull had wound his trunk about my dead nag's neck, and, with a mighty effort, hurled him clear of the tree. I wriggled backwards as far as I could towards the roots of the tree, for I knew what he was after. Presently I saw the red tip of the bull's trunk stretching itself towards me. If he could manage to hook it round any part of me I was lost.
He made all Thorn for the camel, fodder for the kine, And mother's heart for sleepy head, O little son of mine! Little Toomai came in with a joyous tunk-a-tunk at the end of each verse, till he felt sleepy and stretched himself on the fodder at Kala Nag's side.
A box of sardines, a lemon, and some fresh sandwiches constituted the repast, and being dusty and parched I stripped afterward and swam across the river. Seeing that my horse plunged and neighed, with swollen eyeballs, and every evidence of terror, I hastened toward him and discovered a black snake, six feet or more in length, which seemed about to coil itself around the nag's leg.
"I'm payin' for a quick ride and not conversation." Brackett clapped the reins along his nag's skinny flank, set his elbows on his knees, and began: "There was old Hip Huff, who went by freight, To Newry Corner, in " "Luff, luff!" snorted the Cap'n, in disgust. "Luff, luff?" queried the songster. "Yes, luff! Avast! Belay! Heave to!
"I say, you, sir; you've stole my 'orse!" Frank said not a word, but stood his ground with his hand on the nag's bridle. "You've stole my 'orse; you've stole him off the rail. And you've been a-riding him all day. Yes, you 'ave. Did ever anybody see the like of this? Why, the poor beast can't a'most stand!" "I got him from Mr. MacFarlane." "MacFarlane be blowed! You didn't do nothing of the kind.
I kept on ahead, longing for that wonderful minute when I could hurry my horse, in the wild rush to Egmont town, the final wild rush, on the nag's last strength, with my pursuers, now going their fastest, trailing away behind, as their beasts foundered. The air came singing past. I heard behind me the patter of the turf sent flying by Old Blunderbore's hoofs.
Klavs did not mind the deception in the least, and in no way let it interfere with his own inclinations; Klavs liked his own way. Things must be black indeed, if the highroad did not put the rag and bone man into a good temper. The calm rhythmic trot of the nag's hoofs against the firm road encouraged him to hum.
All he saw was a line of omnibuses and a few ramshackle vehicles that twenty years back might very well have passed for victorias. A grizzled old negro, in command of one of these sea-going conveyances, caught Warburton's eye and hailed jovially. "Whar to, suh?" asked the commodore. "Scott Circle, and don't pommel that old nag's bones in trying to get there. I've plenty of time."
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